It had roughly been three days since he'd discovered what had happened. Three days. Only three tiny days, it felt like an eternity for an angel. Castiel had no other place to go, he moved from state to state looking for anyone that could help. No one was much use, or much help. He'd occasionally run into a vamp or skinwalker, he'd take care of them easily. Still, no one knew what to do. Or how to save a certain Winchester. Most hunters said Sam and Dean Winchester were cursed, that wherever they walked, darkness and death would follow in their footsteps. Some even went as far as saying the brothers were Darkness itself. Cas was hurting inside; most of heaven knew it. He couldn't save the one being he cared most for. Still he continued. Moving onward to another state. He'd drag his feet behind him, hoping to make a discovery. Four days later, on the angel radio, he heard Dean's name. 'Dean Winchester has been compromised', the angelic voice said.
'He does not need to be compromised,' Another angel growled, silence fell. Soon broken by someone brave enough to speak.
'Dean Winchester is no longer human, he is a demon of hell.' The angel spoke, whispers floated within the radio.
The certain blue eyed angel folded his hands, staring off into the bar wall. "Dean," He spoke softly, voice almost cracking. His time walking amount humans gave him their feelings, he might not be able to taste their delicious food but damn he could still feel. His blue eyes darted around the room, a bolt of lightning cracked across the sky; two alluring outlines of wings flashed behind him, the angel pushed away his empty glass climbing to his feet. Pain flashed before his eyes, his tattered trench coat, the musky smell of Dean all over it; when he and Sam had to hold Dean back from killing Gadreel. His nose twitched oddly at the scent, heading towards the bathroom like any other human being, he slipped into a stall disappearing like a cat in the streets. Heaven had no idea where Castiel had run off to. He'd warded himself with hex bags. Making sure no angel could find him. He'd cover his tracks, double takes on who'd he'd ask for information. Then move on. He hadn't even noticed yet but he started making mistakes. The angel's mind wasn't down on earth, it was off worrying about something else. Someone else. An angel named, 'Alice' found him on the streets, he had no other choice to kill her. After questioning her. The fear in her eyes still played in the back of his mind. Her gray eyes wide, stuttering over every word that left her mouth. They were going to kill Dean. Holding him prisoner, where Gadreel was held for so many centuries. Chanting over the radio, "Dean Winchester is gone, Only a dark soul remains!" Over and over. Cas's eyes glazed over with fear and anger, thrusting the angel blade into the fellow angel's stomach. Her head tilted back with the bright glow, then her body fell limp. He twirled the blade in his hand sliding it back into his trench coat.
Only the sound of his feet connecting against the asphalt could be heard. Engines of cars, rustling of the wind, people chatting on their electronics. He passed by them without a second glance, silently walking down the sidewalk. 'Castiel, I know you are out there,' A voice over the radio stated, 'We may no be able to track you down, but we can still have a polite conversation through the radio.'
'I have nothing polite to say,' Cas growled, 'You will not kill Dean Winchester. He is my responsibility, that does not give you the right to kill him for something he doesn't have control of.'
'He doesn't have control, that's how monsters are made, Castiel. He can't control himself or his newfound powers.'
'Monsters aren't made from that, Monsters are made From beings like you. Who don't even think twice about the action they are about to take. Not even batting an eye to those who need help the most, you're the kind that create monsters.'
The radio fell silent, Cas continued walking, hands at his sides. Mouth shut for the time being. He wasn't the soft angel he'd used to be. No, the Winchester's taught him to be strong, to care for one another. Taught him what it's like to really care for someone else. Even if they don't feel the same. He pushed on, navigating through the crowded streets. Figuring out a plan to save Dean. For once he didn't know what to do. He didn't even know where to start.
People bumped into him at all sides; his mouth twitched in annoyance. Blue eyes scanning the crowd, a taller male passed, giving the angel a strange look. His eyes flashed black. Cas snatched the stranger by his coat, throwing him into an alley, shoving him roughly against the brick building. All the air left the demon's lungs. Followed by a broken line of chuckles. "Castiel, you've toughen up." The demon snickered, smirking devilishly. Cas growled shaking the being warningly.
"Listen to me, tell me where Crowley is." Cas demanded, the demon rolled his head. Snapping it up in the angel's face, his blue eyes melting into black.
"I don't fucking know," The demon spat, Cas yanked out the angel blade, slowly dragging it across the demon's cheek. He hissed jerking back, gritting his teeth.
"I told you," His chest weaved up and down unevenly, "I don't fucking know, ya' damn angel." The Angelic creature tilted his head; lifting the demon's head with the tip of the blade, his eyes narrowed.
"You're lying. Tell me. Now." Cas pressed the blade harder against the male's neck. The demon moved its head farther back, dark eyes unmoving.
"I don't kn-" The being's eyes went from black to blue. Then stayed blue for good. Cas dropped the body, staring down at it. Blood poured out of the fatal wound, creating a puddle around the body. Thick warm crimson liquid running onto the angel's shoes. He stepped back, disappearing into the crowd of people without another sound. Not before he heard someone say, 'Excuse me, call 911 immediately'. There was a werewolf problem in West Virginia he took care of. He heard rumors of demons scaling around a town in Ohio. Snatching people off the streets and gutting them.
'Castiel, Alice's vessel was found two days ago,' The Angel broadcasted, 'Stabbed in the stomach. Couldn't have been a regular blade.'
'Will you leave me alone? I just want answers." Cas snapped, his head turned up to the motel ceiling.
'Poor, Castiel. Lost without his human.' The Angel chuckled, ending her sentence with the click of their tongue.
He threw himself back into the cheap motel bed. Remembering years ago when Sam, Dean and himself were in the exact same room, talking about hunts they had been on. Saving the world and stuff like that. Lucifer. That was a big one. Cas shifted rolling over, placing his head on his palms. He closed his eyes, even if he couldn't sleep he could rest for just a little.
"Cas," Dean called, a figure laid slumped against the stone white wall. It smelled musty of blood and sweat. Blood splatters outlined the figure. "Cas." The figure lifted it's head, no. The figure was Dean. "CAS!" Dean snarled, baring his white teeth, his eyes dark as any nightmare. "You could have saved me, now look I'm dead because of you!"
"Dean!" Cas gasped, sitting up, he grabbed his head. They were going to kill him. If Cas went back they were going to lock him up, the angels knew he was going to try to save Dean. That didn't matter. All that mattered was saving that Winchester. He took a breath, disappearing in the sound of his own wings.
He was tired of hiding.
He was tired of being a coward.
He was going to be the angel Dean always thought he was.
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Any comments? Please tell me if you have any questions. Thanks for reading. Took me a while to think of this. Not sure how I even thought of it. Anyways I hope you like it so far. Once again, thanks for reading.